Forever There

We lost a friend to mental illness, they say
There was nothing we could do
It just happened that way.

Into an institution and then out again
In again and out again
Somewhat like pestering rain
In pain or insane, insane or in pain?

Confusion, confusion everywhere
Unable to guess the face she would wear
Often giving us such a huge scare
Ready to pull out every last hair.

Whispering people wherever we looked
Finding her hidden in a dark nook
Or staring intently into a book
The littlest worry is all it took.

Lost in a psychosis all on her own
Struggling madly, yelling into the phone
There she was so very much alone
Lost in a world filled with unknowns.

The power of mental illness took her away
Forever lost there and there she will stay.
Forever found there, day after day.

Bright and Strong

Bright and Strong

We can’t go wrong


Hard work and discipline

Have made our future bright;

Hard work and discipline

Have made us see the light.


Let’s keep the progress going

Let’s strive to do even more

Let’s focus on our future

With the economy at the core.


Let’s think about our seniors,

Job seekers and our youth;

Trades, tech and training

And celebrate the truth.


BC Liberals have succeeded

For many productive years;

They have so much more to offer

With a plan that's void of fears.


Hard work and discipline

Have made our future bright;

Let’s keep the progress going,

To keep things going right.


Antoinetta DeWit

April 2017


Dancing on Sunshine


For quite some time now, I have been dancing on sunshine

But, I can’t tell you why.

Something incredible, wild and wonderful has happened to me

But, I can’t tell you what.

It’s not about my job, my finances, my friends or my family

But, I can tell you it’s all about me.

Me, the little me from the Hamlet called North Bend

From sitting on our porch and looking up yonder

to the cars speeding along the Trans-Canada Highway,

to the now bigger me’s life spanning far beyond

that highway to somewhere else, and across continents,

Yes ME.

My two feet are still not on the ground, just yet

My ego is spinning them from salsa to tango

and the cha cha cha

But, when I get them re-grounded

I will open that door, and I will tell you.


Senator Jack Austin


Who is this man we praise tonight?
A man who’s gentle, brave and bright.
He gave himself to public life,
To help BC see the light.

We all worked hard to win the fight;
We’d work all day and sometimes night.
The ground was rough, the mood was spite;
The cabinet shuffles gave us quite a fright.

Yet upstream we’d flow to reach the height,
that this man saw, beyond our sight.
He did all he could to make things right,
For which we praise him here tonight.

This poem was dedicated to Senator Jack Austin on the eve of an appreciation dinner

held in his honour, September 22, 1984, at the Four Seasons Hotel in Vancouver.











Your parents are facing so very much


Dealing with it is like using a clutch


 First gearing up and then gearing down


Sometimes you smile and sometimes you frown.



First gear, then neutral; second gear, then drive


Bumping along beyond nine to five


They need you for some things and then so much more


Part of you wants to run for the door.



I know it isn’t easy and sometimes it's real tough


At times you feel you’ve about had enough.


Thank you for all the many extras you do


Being daughter and mother and caregiver too.